On a cloudy day
The autumn leafs are falling
Time to say goodbye

The reason we hate ourselves...

Sometimes I wished we had stopped
And taken the time
We never thought
We even had to begin with

Simplicity
Short, direct, clear
Elegant in it's plainness
Modest in it's tones

I'm a simple guy
But see it's no bad thing
Because simplicity
Is a beauty of it's own

Every time you open your mouth
And those awful words
Assault my ears
Remarks about sexuality, origin and gender
The endless rambling
Endless arguments
Endless discussions
I won't take them
I won't remain silent and
I cannot refrain from pointing out
That your hate is not an opinion

I often ponder and struggle
Being decisive is hard and
I tend to freeze up
In times I need to make up my mind
I tend to lose my way

The fear and anxiety
Of a future that may not be
Of dreams that may never come true
And ambitions that end up in failure
It often leaves me paralyzed

I start to regret choices
Before they are made
And I mourn
The opportunities forever lost

Things will never change
If you choose to remain stagnant
A simple fact and
A cruel truth

Moving forward requires courage
It requires a leap of faith
And the ability to believe in yourself
Thing’s I have long since forgotten

Who could have thought
Seeking change could be this hard
I cannot stop but feel burdened
By the person I’ve become
And by the person I aspire to be

In times I feel lost
I turn to the sky
In the darkness of night
And the silence of the early morning hour
I surrender to the cold breeze
Relentlessly tousling my hair
Covered by blankets
I wish upon the stars

A solitude park in the middle of the night
A time where I feel at ease
When the last people hurry their way home
I stroll about until I finally settle down
On a bench faintly illuminated
By the cold light of a distant streetlamp
The coldness of the night refreshes my mind
Comforting me, calming my nerves
I become increasingly conscious
Able to focus on my surroundings
Letting my mind and thoughts wander
As I am closing my eyes I can sense
Faded voices in the distance
The gentle breeze upon my skin
And the lingering scent of rain

The pursuit of individuality
Covered skin, a form of art
Special meaning hidden
Behind a colourful facade

Article 1, Purpose

1. This act is aimend at exposing the lack of solidarity inside modern society

2. It shall give an opportunity to overthink ones own morals and values

Article 2, Definitions

1. The term people shall refer to individuals regardless of their ***, age or nationality

2. Narrow minded shall comprise all comments that are based without having any experience in the concerned field of application

3. Judging shall refer to the creation of an opinion of any kind

Article 3, Scope

1. This act shall apply to all people judging others on their narrow minded and enclosed beliefs

2. This act shall apply to all people in favor of expulsion measures of refugees in need

3. This act shall comprise all people that want to isolate themselves and are in favor of closing borders

Article 4, Application

1. All people in accordance with article 2 paragraph 1, 2 and 3 shall refrain of the action of judgement and exclusion mentioned in article 3 (1) and 3 (2) without having experienced war themselves

2. All people willing to close borders in accordance with article 3 (3) in order to protect their own interest shall imagine themselves in the same stage of helplessness before acting in such a nonsensical way

Article 5, Justifications

1. The justification of a measure enshrined in article 3 paragraph 1, 2 and 3 shall not be justified on the following grounds

(a) Hatred

(b) The fear of losing benefits

(c) The false allegation of knowing what is actually going on in Syria

I am Ikarus
And you are my sun
I was ready to fly
But you burned my wings
My dream of freedom
Melted away
The carefree love I felt
Led to my downfall

I painted my wall
I covered them in parts
Until the white paint slowly disappeared
Lines of poems I wrote
Are staining my wall
Altered in their very meaning
Words that capture me
Over and over, again and again
They call it the mad wall
I call it creativity

Such a strange construct
Determining our every life
Limited and often scarce
Yet many times wasted
Then again I contemplate
What I shall do
With all of my time
Generously handed to me
So many possibilities
All the things I could achieve
And while I overthink
I waste it all along

I fell for love
For every honey-dripping word
Leaving your sweet lips

Lips red like cherries
Sweet and gentle upon touch
Taking me to the gates of paradise

I fell for your intimacy
For your fingers that run down my chest
For the warmth of your body on my own

My heartbeat jumps and raises
Stunned by a beautiful smile
Pounding against the merits of my chest

I took the bate, I called you my own
Mistaking my worth and significance
As I’m just a toy, next to your beloved

Here I stand contemplating
About that forfeited opportunity
To steal myself one last kiss

If I were to go into the void
Leaving everything behind
Will I find serenity?
Will there be peace?
Stripped of all weight
Freedom awaits
Lay me down to rest
In everlasting darkness
Once I take my final steps
Into the void

Grey in grey, streaked with snow